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Friday, March 30, 2012

(Spontaneous insomnia inspiration)

Usually late at night, and for no reason, but thoughts running free. I stay awake thinking to myself, hoping that if I die someone will think of me and pray that I'm alive... I do that a lot though. Wondering whether my death will change anyone's world.
Posted by Oliver Hart at 3:51 AM
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